MY FRIENDS BUT MAY I SUGGEST A REALLY COOL EDIT MEME…ROYAL GENDERBENT AU’S.
LET’S DO THIS PLEASE!?!?!?
Hey Kiki, want to do the dance with no pants?
Duchess of Cambridge: London
I’m right there with you on a Duchess of Cambridge: London game - I mean, they can make it so that you get bonus points for outfits that are fashionable AND follow protocol and lose them when they break protocol e.g. you buy a poufy skirt that looks OK in the store, but then you go on tour and it blows up in the wind and you lose 300 fans and Katie Nicholl tweets about it. Instead of an A/B/C-list, you can have a “list of blood princesses you no longer have to curtsey your sorry commoner ass to”. And instead of Willow Pape you can have some random heiress called Lady Arrogantia Stuckupia “BBBlondie” Horsefaced-Inbred-Snobbington who works for Tatler and is constantly writing snide articles about the old days when you stumbled out of Boujis drunk and every now and again reprints old crotch shots that makes you lose fans/PR points so you have to constantly do engagements/call Tanna to arrange pap photo ops/pump out cute babies (on the higher levels) to try and stay ahead of her, and the reason she’s so bitter is because she wanted to marry your princely boo and he was all “HELL NAW, you’re my cousin/stepsister/half-sister/aunt/grandma/mom, these days I’m swimming in another gene pool”. And you can even have joint engagements with Kate where sometimes she helps you out and other times you’re competing to outperform her and get all the headlines for bonus tiaras or whatever. I think we should all email the people who made Kim Kardashian Hollywood and tell them to MAKE IT HAPPEN. (FYI, I loved throwing a drink in that bitch Willow Pape’s face because in-game Niraj Tanna told me to. No shame.)
THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING FUCKING THING EVER I FREAKING NEED THIS GAME IN MY LIFE!!!
Anonymous asked: Ginger garter snake
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO THROW MYSELF OFF A FUCKING CLIFF
What Harry had delivered to Pierre today.
Imagine Prompt: Mile High Club
Harry and Tom Hardy join the Mile High Club.
Sorry for any mistakes, it’s 2:30am. lol
He heard a knock.
"Just a moment, please."
Another knock. More forceful this time.
"Jesus. Just hold on." He muttered.
Harry washed his hands and opened the small door to the airplane bathroom, ready to tell off the asshole who couldn’t be bothered to wait five bloody minutes. When he opened it, Harry locked eyes with his friend, Tom Hardy. Stunned, Harry stammered.
"T-Tom. How did you…"
Tom reached for Harry’s shirt collar, pulling them together and forcing their lips to collide roughly. Tom pushed his way into the cramped room, throwing Harry into the side of the tiny airplane sink. He reached behind him, thowing the lock on the door to “Occupied” without removing his lips from Harry’s.
IT IS DOWN TO OUR TWO FINALISTS FOR THE WORLD’S NEXT TOP SINGLE PRINCE, HOLD ONTO YOUR WEAVES.
TYRA BE LIKE, “I HAVE TWO PHOTOS IN MY HANDS.”
There’s something very sexy about a man who’s willing to get down and dirty…and sweaty
She had been watching him for the past few hours. Her eyes roved him hungrily as his muscles flexed with each shovelful of soil he tossed to the side. The sweat that had been limited to being a sheeny sheet that covered his forehead and plastered the edges of his hair to his head had now taken over him and it was taking everything Christina had to not throw his shovel down and march him away to have her way with him.
When they had arrived in Cota 200 and they were asked to plant the tree, the newly married couple happily obliged. When they got to the site in question however, Harry made a remark about how she was probably not dressed appropriately to fully plant a tree. She had to agree that in her summery dress and heels, she wasn’t. However, she hadn’t anticipated planting a tree from scratch. Her sister-in-law had assured her she would only be throwing a few shovels of dirt over an already planted tree. Laughing and holding her hands up in surrender, she stepped back and let Harry to take centre stage.
"This could take a while" he said, taking the shovel and beginning to dig.
And take a while it did. Christina watched as Harry began the slow and methodical process that was digging a shallow ditch to plant the tree. Watching him, she had no sense of time, her only indicator being the growing patches of perspiration that had appeared under both arms and across his back. She was only brought temporarily out of her reverie by occasional questions from the public which resulted in her throwing a few depreciating quips in her husband’s direction. When he lost the ability to throw any comments back in her direction, she realised what a toll digging in the heat was having on him and her thoughts strayed from the public to how she was going to relieve him - and herself.
Anonymous asked: Kiki, I was all ready to give up the Ginger Anaconda and get me some delicious Hamdan... But damn, those tour pic of Harry jfc. It's like he knew we were all trying to replace him. His sending us the msg, "The only dick the fandom needs it's my anaconda."
Harry taking our thirst and dragging it by the hair like: